Boy meets girl. Boy falls for girl. Boy is allowed to live happily ever after. This is the timeline given to us in poorly written Hollywood drama. But every once in a while, the story changes. Boy doesn’t fall for girl, sometimes girl falls for boy. And what if Boy isn’t allowed a happy ending? What if Boy suffers because of girl? This is a story that Hollywood wouldn’t touch, but in the minds of two people, it is the most important story they will ever have.
He was the epitome of infinite sadness. His heart had been crushed by so many, and it got so far that the romance he held onto so dearly was slipping from his grasp, and the thought of leaving it behind scared him. Little did he know that someone would be there to pick it up for him, and hold it out in loving arms, ready to share it’s glory. She was the one. She found his heart, all alone, and gave it back to him, reminding him of those sweet whispers it had of romance and true love. And he could only watch her from a distance because of the truth.
The truth was that they were in love, but circumstances stopped them from admitting how they felt, or giving into the suggestions of both their hearts. So there were many conversations about books, and movies, and games. Not a single word of their feelings for each other. They just ignored their hearts and let them gather dust in a corner. But one late night, when a heart gripped with fear called out, he answered. Regardless of what the situation demanded, he raced to her, and wanted nothing more than to ease her worries. To distract her from her pain. And he did so happily, grateful he could show his feelings at least for a little while. But when it came time to put their hearts back, they realized they had the others. Even though he was scared that his fragile heart would be broken again, something inside him told him he could trust her with it. And so he did. He left his heart with her and held onto hers tightly, never wanting to lose it, or leave it alone.
One day, his mind was heavy with thoughts, and the only one there to liberate him of their burden was her. She listened, and never once tried to escape the torrent of thoughts. She remained, and when his head was empty, she reached out, and took his mask away, awaiting the rest. The things no one else would dare face. And all that awaited her was his love. He loved her, and told her so, holding her heart, still pristine and unblemished. And she loved him, and held out his heart, fixed from the many times it had been carelessly dropped in the past. That is where it all began for them. With a simple gesture. And it is from here where it will continue.
This is the worst version of Hollywood romance the world has ever seen. But that is because this isn’t Hollywood romance. It’s the love between two people who found each other, fell in love, and refused to let distance stand in their way. In a world which has forgotten long letters between far off loves, this is a tribute to the romances of old, made easier thanks to modern life. So welcome to Love 2.0: A Digital Romance.
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Monday, October 11, 2010
HERstory: The Prologue
This is not your typical story of boy meets girl. There was no eye-locking moment of epiphany. There was no dramatic, public declaration of love and devotion. There has not even yet been a kiss in which the background fades into fireworks and shooting stars. Hollywood may not be interested in our story but it is a love story all the same. One that only serves to prove the immense power of words and that two flickering computer screens are all that’s needed to bridge an 1826 mile gap.
By the time she met him, she’d given up on love. She figured one day she might find a nice guy who treated her right to whom she would eventually sign away her life in exchange for a warm pair of arms to sleep in every night. In her mind’s eye she saw so clearly the man she wanted, a smiling silhouette who laughed at all her silly little jokes, was as intelligent and geeky as she, and understood the importance of adventure. However in all her nineteen years of life she had never encountered anyone who came remotely close so she began to think he was merely a creation of her own overactive imagination. Of course it was just at that moment of surrender that Sabrael entered the picture.
Though she loved him from the start, boundaries had to be set. He was untouchable. They spent months talking for hours about absolutely nothing. They desired the presence of each other but couldn’t bring themselves to speak the truth they both feared so much. The nightmare changed it all. A flash of vulnerability and neither of them could fully go back to the way things were. They’d exposed themselves as human, all raw feelings and phobias, and after that the masks began to crack.
He was the first to say it. He said it so plainly and so honestly. There were no games, no false promises, no ulterior motives. Years of disillusionment had taught her that he could never feel for her the way she did for him, that it would never work out, and, the worst, that she would eventually hurt him. It was that idea which scared her more than any else. That was when she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she, Sorcha G. Dubhsioc, was whole heartedly in love with Sabrael D. Carroll and no matter what happened, letting him into her life was a decision she would never regret.
This is not the end of the story, it is merely the beginning. An introduction if you will. You enter here, dear reader, seven months into the story and two months into the relationship. What happens next none of us know but like all tales of love, it is a story worth telling complete with all the good times, the bad times, and everything in between.
By the time she met him, she’d given up on love. She figured one day she might find a nice guy who treated her right to whom she would eventually sign away her life in exchange for a warm pair of arms to sleep in every night. In her mind’s eye she saw so clearly the man she wanted, a smiling silhouette who laughed at all her silly little jokes, was as intelligent and geeky as she, and understood the importance of adventure. However in all her nineteen years of life she had never encountered anyone who came remotely close so she began to think he was merely a creation of her own overactive imagination. Of course it was just at that moment of surrender that Sabrael entered the picture.
Though she loved him from the start, boundaries had to be set. He was untouchable. They spent months talking for hours about absolutely nothing. They desired the presence of each other but couldn’t bring themselves to speak the truth they both feared so much. The nightmare changed it all. A flash of vulnerability and neither of them could fully go back to the way things were. They’d exposed themselves as human, all raw feelings and phobias, and after that the masks began to crack.
He was the first to say it. He said it so plainly and so honestly. There were no games, no false promises, no ulterior motives. Years of disillusionment had taught her that he could never feel for her the way she did for him, that it would never work out, and, the worst, that she would eventually hurt him. It was that idea which scared her more than any else. That was when she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she, Sorcha G. Dubhsioc, was whole heartedly in love with Sabrael D. Carroll and no matter what happened, letting him into her life was a decision she would never regret.
This is not the end of the story, it is merely the beginning. An introduction if you will. You enter here, dear reader, seven months into the story and two months into the relationship. What happens next none of us know but like all tales of love, it is a story worth telling complete with all the good times, the bad times, and everything in between.
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